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So I’m thinkin’, if I was in *Toni Erdmann*, I’d probly pull some prank—show up with fake teeth, scare the hell outta her, yell, “Who wants to party with Daddy?!” Haha, classic. But real shit, I’m wonderin’—what’s her deal? Is she cool with this gig or just tryna eat? Blows my mind how people just… roll with it. Back in the day, they’d even mark brothels with stone dicks carved in the road—talk about GPS for horny dudes! Cracks me up, but damn, that’s history for ya.

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This gilded bronze—not gold—medal was created sometime around by Charles Ottley Groom-Napier, Duke of Mantua and Montferrat.

But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I look around, and everyone’s running for cover. I’m laughing at the chaos. People slipping, sliding, and trying to stay dry. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

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